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Harley quickly pushed Harvey away and rushed toward Leona, planning to wipe the cinnabar off her face. “No! You can’t!” Slap! Kairi had long been prepared; she instantly swung the back of her palm across Harley’s face, stopping the latter. Harley screamed in pain, and fell to the ground. She stood up again quickly, covering her face. “This is bad! This is really bad!” “You need to wipe off the cinnabar mark!” Slap! This time, Reece stepped forward and slapped Harley in the face. Harley instantly fell to the ground once more.

By the time I lifted my gaze, Elion was already sitting in front of me just like Hael. His shirt was off his body. His back was bare and I saw his tattoo. Unlike Hael's, his were bold, colorful, and very vibrant, stretching from his shoulder blades to his lower back. It was a Phoenix. A big one. With large wings inked in gold, red, and black colours. The beak was open, as if it were screeching. Its talons extended as if it had just risen from ashes. It looked powerful, just like Elion.

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I replied awkwardly. We all waited together for a while. We were avoiding each other's eyes—a pair of awkward teenagers. Gosh, I still have to take responsibility for this situation. I spread one palm of my hand in front of her feet, which were busy dragging the ground. Her attention shifted to me. She stared at me questioningly as I suddenly bombarded her with a sweet smile. "Even though Harley Quinn is brutal and violent, she is still crazy about the Joker. Just like me, I'll give you your fair share of bitchiness and love." I said in a cheerful tone.

Harley groaned at her, stamping her feet on the concrete floor, making me think it was a habit she had. “If I'm siding with Catherine's daughter, what are you going to do about it?" El asked, poking Harley in the face. Harley gave a short sarcastic laughter, and suddenly, we heard the trigger of a gun. “Are you going to kill me? Have you forgotten you can't kill… “ "An elder, I haven't forgotten, but have you forgotten you were stripped of her title because you went after the wolves,” Harley said, her voice sounding devious; she is the devil.

The metal panel reflected her distorted, twisted expression. The wind on the rooftop howled as she burst through the door, snatching the breath from her lungs. Her eyes locked instantly on the sight at the center of the platform—Harley tied to a metal chair, his tiny wrists raw and bleeding from the rope. Jacqueline stood behind him, her white dress whipping wildly in the wind, the blade of a knife glinting cruelly against the boy's pulsing throat. "Mmmph! Mommy!" Harley's muffled screams were stifled by a gag. As he struggled, the knife grazed his neck, a thin line of blood trailing down his skin.

Harley headbutted one she-wolf and kicked one male wolf with her back legs when they were about to strike Ben. Was in awe and amazed by everyone, but not until Hatchett showed up in front of me. “Missed me?” “How did you–?” I gasped and looked around. Saw Ricky and Yarrow injecting some kind of red liquid mixed with an oddly familiar white serum into those who were yet to be affected. “STOP RICKY AND YARROW!” I growled, and Jacob instantly went to fight the both of them head-on. ‘I’ll go; will you be alright with her?’ He asked with such a worried tone in his voice. I smirked and replied, ‘I’m your Luna, silly. Of course I got it covered.’

"O- Okay. I won't. Not unless he hurts someone." "Thank you. Now go get ready." "I will." Kiara agreed, slipping out of the room vastly. With a sigh of relief, Harley returned to her own preparations and frowned as a new idea crossed her mind. Going back to the closet, she dug through it until she found an old, baggy black hoodie and then she took it out, and tucked it away into her bag. Perhaps Mason had already tried it before, but it would be worth the shot if it meant being able to cover his vampirism a little better and slightly diminish his chances of being discovered.

Hawk pulled up a nearby chair, sitting beside him like they were co-conspirators in some unspoken plan. As the pencil scratched against paper, the atmosphere began to shift. "Add the scars," Hawk said after a moment, pointing at the rough outline Quill had begun. "Right here, across the shoulder. Just like his wolf. Make them stand out. Make the wolf start to appear from that spot." Quill paused, looking up at Hawk briefly before nodding. "Good idea." He made a few quick strokes, refining the lines. "If we're doing this, we're doing it right."

He wasn’t sure since he had never experienced it. “Love,” Harley repeated. “I can’t think of any other reason she’d face off against you when you were feral. Hell, you scared me and I’m not a weak little human.” Moon frowned, distracted. His finger probed the spot again. The small lump moved against his bone, actually hurting. “What is this?” “There’s something under my skin.” Harley looked down. “Is that where you were shot?” “Yes.” “It was a dart, not a bullet.”